It worked! I got surgery! Despite the almost criminal incompetence of the doctor-doctor, and all my panic attacks
Look at my beautiful foot! And my other foot with the nail polish, and my two stuffed cats.
I was supposed to be at the surgical center at 9:30, but i got there 10 minutes early. Because i was worried about being able to give a urine sample and therefore hadn’t peed in 12 hours. Bow down before my amazing youthful bladder! But yes, a bit eager to do the chevk in.
Checked in, waited around, finally taken back, explained that blood pressure tests terrify me snd they were very reassuring. Then anesthesiologist came in and checked my paperwork which said i was a high blood pressure diabetic. Which wasn’t just wrong because i think the doctor was wrong, it was wrong because that was my initial results, she had me do more tests, we had s conversation about how i was actually fine. And then she DIDN’T UPDATE HER NOTES!!!! So the surgical center was ready to treat me with conditions i don’t have. That’s got to be, like, almost malpractice right?
Anyway, i convinced them to believe me i think, i got the surgery, i woke up and said “I’m sorry if o throw up on you”, and then i didn’t, ha ha! Mimd over matter! Nice nurse gave me chips ahoy and ginger ale, then walked me out to my parents. Got home, got in bed, Albie Dog brought me all his toys and my Dad made me scrambled eggs and built a foot elevator platform from a cardboard box while my Mom went to get my perscription.
And now i am very heavy feeling, and can’t really do anything, but also bored. So i am writing this blog post on my phone. Excuse typos andvramblung.